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Ev'rybody pitied Mister Rastus Brown,Some of them would laugh, while some of them would frown,His head was very hazy,And folks said he was crazy,They sent him to a hospital in town.The doctors asked him, "Rastus have you got a pain?"They went and tried a little X-Ray on his brain;But none of them could find, the trouble with his mind,Till Brown spoke up and said "I will explain."

At the hospital where Rastus lay in bed,All the doctors used to feel and rub his head,Rastus kept on crying, "Now honest, I am dying?Just let me have one rag before I'm dead."Then Doctor Jones he went and sent for his pet nurseHe said, "Go put a rag around his head, he's worse."But Rastus shook his head, and yelled out from his bed,"That ain't the kind of rag I want, dear nurse."

ChorusI've got a Ragtime bee in my bonnet it's goin' to stay there!I've got a ragtime germ laying on it just let it lay thereWhen the germ begins to tickle my poor brain,That's the time I crave for any ragtime strainThat relieves my tired and weary brain;Oh! you loving RagI've got a ragtime bee in my bonnetThat I won't deny, so,If you want to cure me, doctor understandJust you go and get a noisy ragtime bandI've got a ragtime bee in my old bonnet,hope it stays there till I die.